by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
I really thought I’d done it all. I’ve sung at funerals without havin’ a singer’s voice, I’ve spoken to gatherings of politicians on humor, I’ve directed a mass choir with little knowledge of music, and I’ve found a restroom in Moscow’s Red Square without resortin’ to a humiliating pantomime.
Then just when you think you’ve stretched your meager abilities as far as